Friday, December 14, 2007

Varanasi



Varanasi, India’s holiest and oldest city, is also septic. The city is built along the Ganges River and is comprised of 80 different ghats (or areas with steps leading into the river). Ancient (feeling) architecture hugs the shoreline while smoke billows from pyres from the cremation ghats. The river, so filthy now, houses those generations past sins. Just imagining the sheer volume of people who come to this river to cleanse themselves of actual or spiritual impurities suffocates me. It grabs hold of my chest like a punch to the solar plexus might leave you gasping for air. But even still, children play in these waters. They still take advantage of what the river is giving them. It has been the most obvious showing of a word so often maligned: Faith.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

what would be my life without a morning boat ride at sunrise listening to the prayers and the bells ringing ?..i can't simply imagine it .
It is quite surreal that a big rush of life came actually from a place where people are more often showing up when they die .